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It’s so frustrating to have plans for a day and get up late, and then you have other things to do such as feed the cats and cut your hair before you take a shower. I felt I needed to bake a second batch of cookies for the cookie exchange that night because the hostess asked for three dozen. I haven’t baked cookies in a long time and didn’t know if I still could, thus a trial run.

Anyhow, until I drank my coffee that morning and had a good chat with my daughter, I was feeling frustrated. Finally, I gave up my own plans, which majored on writing and went with the flow of the day.

When I got to the party that evening four women were already there. We had good conversation. No one hogged the floor; no one regaled us with a rant or complained about her lot in life. We were simpatico and as Christians, we were one. That always feels so good!

My cookies were a variation of the recipe on the back of the chocolate-chip bag. I always experiment with every recipe I try, so I thought I’d go for a crispy cookie with lots of nuts instead of a chewy one. Having wondered for fifty years why I must always use brown sugar, I decided to Google the question. In the past, I’d buy it, use enough for one recipe, and have the rest of the box on hand for as many years as it took to turn into solid rock. (I know there are ways to overcome that.) I googled it and the answer was that it was brown because of the molasses added to it and that’s what made the cookies more chewy. I didn’t buy brown sugar. For various reasons, which I won’t go into right now, the first batch was light golden, and raised, and the second batch was crisper, flatter, browner, and not so sweet. I liked the second batch best.

An hour and a half into the party two other guests arrived with their cookies. It was then that we heard all about the vagaries of cookie baking when you’re older, there aren’t any kids in the house, and you’ve given up baking cookies. One woman expressed all my anxieties in a funny soliloquy. Few recipes she found used brown sugar and she wasn’t going to make cookies without it. Her first batch, in spite of two ovens and two timers, came out burnt and as hard as hockey pucks. She threw those away. I went home when the party was just getting started. I wanted to get to bed early so I could get up today and write.

And guess what, here I am — writing. Oh, Happy Day.

Here is someone who had no plans for the day.

Ps. 118:24 – This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.

DELIGHTFULLY CANDID, DIvORAN.. COOKIE BAKING IS AN ACTIVITY OF THE PAST FOR ME. I USED TO SET UP AN ENTIRE TABLE WITH CHRTISTMAS COOKIES AND BARS, BUT TIME ALTERED THAT. NOW MY DAUGHTER AND I SERVE A BRUNCH ON CHRISTMAS MORNING, CHRISTMAS IS CELEBRATED THE WHOLE MONTH OF DECEMBER. IT BRINGS OUT THE “LITTLE KID” IN ME. : – )

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